My daughter did get a little silly at times, throwing a crayon or pretending to bite it, but all was relatively quiet.
The two went off to play in another room, so I set the table, finished cooking, and called to them to wash their hands while I put food on the table.
The new girl There's the first time I invited a woman home to a Friday night dinner with Simone and me.
It was sixth months after our marriage had ended, and my daughter had yet to meet someone I was dating.
We'd read picture books with Simone, and had prepared her for this day, so she was more excited than upset to walk into the empty family room after our six-hour drive from Albuquerque. Also gone were the leather couches, the big-ass TV, the queen bed (the full guest bed had been moved to the now bereft master bedroom), and sundry other items I wouldn't notice missing until I needed them days or weeks later.She screamed, she cried, she made me think I'd never be able to bring a woman home again.